For all of you who occasionally have a really bad day when
you just need to take it out on someone!! Don't take it out on
someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call
I had to make. I found the number and dialed it.
A man answered nicely saying, "Hello?" I politely said, "Could
I speak to Robin Carter?" Suddenly the phone was slammed down
on me! I couldn't believe that anyone could be that rude.
I tracked down Robin's number and called her. She had
transposed the last two digits incorrectly.
After I hung up with Robin, I spotted the wrong number still
lying on my desk. I decided to call it again. When the
same person once more answered, I yelled "You're a jackass!"
and hung up. Next to his number I wrote the word jackass,
and put it in my desk drawer. Every time I had a bad day
I'd call him up and yell, "You're a jackass!" and hang up- it
always cheered me up.
Then caller ID was introduced and I was disappointed because
my fun would come to an end. So I called his number, heard
his voice, and said, "Hi, this is (made up name), I'm in the
sales office of the telephone company and I was just wondering
if you were familiar with our caller ID program?" He said, "No!"
and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back
and said, "that's because you're a jackass!"
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Keep reading it gets better!
One day I went to the mall and the parking lot was full.
Finally I spotted an old lady pulling out of a parking space.
I didn't think she was ever going to leave. Finally ,
her car began to move and she started to back out of the space.
I backed up to give her plenty of room. All of a sudden
this black Camaro comes flying up the parking aisle in the wrong
direction and pulls into her space. I started honking
my horn and yelling, "You can't just do that man, I was here
The guy climbed out of his Camaro completely ignoring me.
I thought to myself, this guy's a jackass. There sure are a
lot of jackasses in the world. Then I noticed a for sale sign
in the back of his window with a phone number, I wrote it down
then found another parking spot.
A couple of days later, I'm sitting at my desk and had just
gotten off the phone from calling jackass #1 (it's really easy
now since I have him on speed dial) and decided to call the
new jackass as well. After a couple of rings someone answered
the phone and said, "Hello?" I said, "Is this the man with the
black Camaro for sale?"
"Yes, it is." he said.
"Can you tell me where I could see it?"
"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th street. It's a yellow
house and the car is parked right out front."
I asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Don Hansen."
"When's a good time to catch you Don?"
"I'm home in the evenings." he said.
"Listen Don, can I tell you something?"
"Don, you're a jackass!" and I slammed the phone down.
After I hung up I added Don's number to the speed dial as well.
For awhile things seemed to be going better for me.
Now when I had problems I had two jackasses to call. Then
after several months of calling the jackasses it just wasn't
as much fun as it used to be. So I came up with a solution:
First I called Jackass #1. A man answered nicely saying,
I yelled "You're a jackass!", but I didn't hang up.
The jackass said, "Are you still there?"
I said, "Yeah."
He said, "Stop calling me."
I said, "No."
He said, "What's your name, pal?"
I said, "Don Hansen."
He said "Where do you live?"
"1802 West 34th street. It's a yellow house with a black
Camaro out front."
"I'm coming over right now, Don. You'd better say your prayers."
"Yeah, like I'm really scared, jackass!" and I hung up.
Then I called Jackass #2.
He answered, "Hello."
I said, "Hello, jackass."
He said, "If I ever find out who you are..."
"I'll kick your ass!"
"Well, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now,
jackass!" and I hung up.
Then I called the police. I told them that I was at
1802 West 34th street and that I was about to kill my gay lover
as soon as he got home.
Another quick call to Channel 13 news about how the gang
war was going down on W. 34th street. After that I climbed
into my car and headed over to W. 34th street to watch the whole
thing. Watching two jackasses kick the crap out of each
other in front of six squad cars and a news helicopter was one
of the greatest experiences of my life!